Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 882 The Ending (8)

When Wen Wan was about to leave, she was called by Zhao Shuo.

He got up and came forward, bowed to her, then raised his head, looked at the gentle eyes with a bit of pleading, "I heard that the princess accepted my mother's invitation to visit the princess for me."

Wen Wan didn't say a word, which was her default.

Zhao Shuo said: "Can the princess help me push today's meeting?"

Wen Wan was a little surprised, and Zhao Shuo continued to say: "I have a strong body, and I know that if I marry a wife, I will definitely waste that girl's life in vain. It's good as it is now."

Those eyes were too clear to hold any dark calculations in them.

Wen Wan suddenly didn't dare to look at her, she looked away slightly, "You are already 16 years old, and when you reach the age of marriage, it is understandable that the prince and princess would want to arrange a meeting for you."

"Although my father never mentioned it in front of me, I know that I won't live long."

Wen Wan was surprised by the boy's calm tone, he seemed not afraid of death.

With a shallow smile, Zhao Shuo said: "To me, every day is a gift from God. I cherish it very much. My father, queen, mother and concubine probably want me to marry and stay. I can understand their painstaking efforts, but I If she dies in the future, that girl will guard me for the rest of her life, and it may not be a kind of torture for her."

Wen Wan asked him, "You never thought that maybe one day you can recover and do what you like like a normal person."

"Maybe there will be such a day, but I don't know when it will come, let alone bring another girl as a bet."

She nodded gently, "My son is kind-hearted, and God will reward me well."

After leaving the Yilan Courtyard, Wen Wan was in a panic.

All the way back to the banquet with a heavy heart.

Seeing her coming, Princess Cheng smiled even deeper.

Nodding politely, she walked to her seat and sat down.

About half an hour before and after, the table was almost used up, Princess Cheng ordered a few boats to come to the pavilion, planning to take the girls to the lake to admire the lotus.

While the girls were forming their own teams, Princess Cheng called Wen Wan over and asked her, "Which girl do you think is better among the girls who came here today?"

At the age of fourteen to sixteen, they are all fresh and beautiful, and they are as beautiful as flowers. Wen Wan didn't say who is good or bad, but just looked at Princess Cheng, "Since you are choosing a concubine for your son, have you ever asked his opinion?" ?”

Princess Cheng was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "Suo'er is a good and obedient boy."

He was obedient because he knew that he didn't have much time left, so he cherished the time spent with his family. Under normal circumstances, he would not disobey his parents, but this did not mean that it was arranged by King Cheng and Princess Cheng. He will like it.

For example, the matter of choosing a concubine.

The girls have already boarded the boat one after another, and the nanny came over to urge the princess, "Mother, all the girls are waiting!"

Princess Cheng nodded, "Come here."

After all, she took Wen Wan's hand and was about to go to the boat.

At this moment, the servant next to King Cheng came to report, "Master, the lord has an invitation."

Princess Cheng had no choice but to let go of her gentleness, "Since the prince wants to see you, let's go!"

Wen Wan took a deep look at Princess Cheng, and she didn't know if the other party was hiding it too well, or she didn't know at all. Wen Wan was with Princess Cheng, so she couldn't feel her attitude towards the heart-breaking case.

As the boy came to the study room, he saw Cheng Wang sitting behind the mahogany horseshoe-footed short book table, leaning his back lazily on the table.

Hearing the movement, King Cheng raised his eyelids.

Even if it's just a casual glance, Wen Wan can feel a gloomy aura from the other's gaze.

After delivering the person, the servant closed the door tactfully and retreated, only Wen Wan and Cheng Wang were left in the study.

"One night, have you considered it?" Cheng Wang propped his face with one hand, and casually flipped through the thread-bound books on the case with the other hand, but his eyes fell directly on Wen Wan.

Wen Wan didn't answer but instead asked: "My lord, do you know how I changed Song Wei's life?"

"Talk." In a tone that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"In fact, everyone's fate is predestined by the sky. It's not that whoever wants to change it can change it casually. It's not really against the sky that I changed his fate for him, but it's just to help him share part of it."

Cheng Wang's eyes flickered slightly, "So?"

"Taoism talks about the balance of yin and yang, and it applies to the son. If he wants to live a long life, unless someone is willing to lend him his life."

"This king lent him a lot of life."

Wen Wan understood what he was saying, "Those children were killed. The son took the medicine primer, which will only aggravate the crime. The prince is urging his life, not changing his life."

King Cheng's face froze, obviously realizing that Wen Wan was setting him up, his eyes turned cold, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"My lord should be no stranger to the Su family back then. There was a fourth young master in their family who grew up under the protection of Mr. Su. He was the only person in the entire Su family who had clean hands. One year he met Master Xuyun. The master said that he had the fate of Buddha, and if he was willing to convert, he would be able to avoid catastrophe in the future. No matter how reluctant Su Guogong was, he still sent his son to Fahua Temple, where he was accepted as a disciple by the master. Later, something happened to the Su family, so many people died in the earthquake Under the explosion of Tianlei, only Su Yaoqi survived."

In fact, Wen Wan doesn't know whether Master Xu Yun has said those words, so let's use it to shake him up and become a king!

Cheng Wang's half-closed eyes were tinged with danger, "Are you trying to tell this king that if you want Shuo'er to survive, you must send him to become a monk?"

"My lord can find someone to become a monk for him." Wen Wan raised the corners of her lips, "As long as that person is willing to chant scriptures and pray for him every day after he becomes a monk, the effect will probably be the same."

"What's so difficult about it?" Cheng Wang sneered, "As long as I give an order, those who are willing to become monks for Shuo'er can line up outside the city gate."

"What the lord said was probably either coerced or lured, so it can't be considered willing. However, if the lord wants to think that they are willing, then I have nothing to say."

King Cheng frowned after hearing this.

Who is willing to become a monk for his son? Where in the world can one find such a person?

"Is the lord unwilling?" Wen Wan asked with a smile.

Cheng Wang froze, his fingers slowly clenched into fists.

Seeing this, Wen Wan sighed, "My lord dared to indiscriminately kill so many innocent children for the sake of the son, but he didn't dare to become a monk for him. I don't quite understand, what kind of feelings do you have for the son?"

As soon as the gentle voice fell, King Cheng had already rushed in front of her, his right hand was tightly strangled around her throat, and his strength became tighter and tighter, "You want to use this method to make this king catch me without a fight? You are too tender!"

Wen Wan was pinched by the throat, unable to utter a sound at all, her face was flushed, but her eyes were looking at Cheng Wang without blinking, there was no joy or anger in her, and she was strangely calm.

Seeing her like this, King Cheng became more angry and tightened his fingers.

A black halo flashed before Wen Wan's eyes.

At this moment, the little book boy of Yilan Yard hurried into the yard, stood outside the study and shouted, "It's not good, my lord, the prince is ill!"

King Cheng's complexion changed drastically, he suddenly let go of his gentleness, strode out of the study, and headed towards Yilan Courtyard.

Wen Wan coughed uncomfortably for a while, then panted heavily, and it took a long time to calm down.

She wanted to take the bracelet away secretly while King Cheng was away, but after thinking about it, she still didn't do that.

These days, her every move was being watched, if she did something rashly, it would not only harm herself, but also implicate Song Wei and Jin Bao.

……

In the Yilan Courtyard, Zhao Shuo's face turned blue due to difficulty in breathing. When King Cheng arrived, he was lying on the small couch with one hand weakly clutching his chest.

"Suo'er!" Cheng Wang was terrified, and glared at the book boy beside him, "Where's Jiuxin Pill?"

"The prince has already been convinced." The book boy said tremblingly: "I guess it hasn't slowed down yet."

"How are you, Shuo'er?" King Cheng sat in front of the couch and looked at Zhao Shuo with concern.

Zhao Shuo couldn't speak, but shook his head feebly to show that he was fine.

"Why did he suddenly get sick?" Cheng Wang frowned. Zhao Shuo was suffering from a heart disease. If he wasn't stimulated, he wouldn't get sick easily.

"The younger ones don't know either." The book boy said aggrievedly: "Mr. Wen was in the house with the son before, and the younger ones were all waiting outside."

"Call the person surnamed Wen!" Cheng Wanghei said with a sullen face.

As soon as the words fell, Song Wei's voice sounded from outside, "The Caomin are outside, I don't know why the prince summoned you?"

King Cheng turned his head, and said unceremoniously, "It was you who provoked the prince?"

Song Wei's expression was indifferent, "The prince must have been frightened."

"What scare?"

"Earlier, the Caomin was studying for the prince. He suddenly asked about the hometown of the Caomin, and he became interested in the suffering of the people. The Caomin told him that in a famine year, when the people had no crops and could not wait for the relief from the court, there was a couple who had just turned one year old. The children survived, and agreed that each of them would cut a piece of meat and cook soup for the children every day."

King Cheng's face changed greatly upon hearing this, "What kind of bullshit story is this!"

"It sounds absurd." Song Wei smiled lightly, "But this is not a compilation, but a real existence. If the prince thinks it is not good, then the grassroots will not say it again in the future."

Seeing Zhao Shuo's illness, King Cheng was furious and shouted angrily, "Get lost! Shuo'er doesn't need a gentleman like you!"

He originally wanted to be dragged down and killed, but after thinking about it, he was afraid of scaring his son, so he changed his words.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone pulled off his sleeve lightly. It was Zhao Shuo.

"Father, don't chase Mr. Wen away." Zhao Shuo begged with eyes full of eyes, "My son has never seen a gentleman who can explain the Four Books and Five Classics as well as him. My son likes Mr. Wen very much."

"But he..."

"Father, this is the only request for the child."

Cheng Wang secretly cursed his injustice, he took a breath, and said to Song Wei: "You go down first, let the son rest well."

Song Wei nodded, turned around and left the Yilan Courtyard. As soon as he returned to the Guest Courtyard, the little guy rushed up, hugged his waist, and then raised his head, "Daddy, mother will you be okay?"

Song Wei touched his head, "No."

The little guy suddenly complained, "Daddy, when can we bring mother home? Jinbao misses mother so much."

Song Wei said patiently, "Soon."

"How fast is soon?"

"Stay in the palace for a few more days, and when things are over here, I will take you back to Ningzhou."

Song Wei dragged him into the house, and the sunlight slanted two figures, one big and one small.

There was a vague sentence floating in the warm wind, "I heard that my father and mother have reconciled, will my father want to carry a big sedan chair and marry her back?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)